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Haiku #191 - #195

191.

July begins,
But not suffering.
A fat magpie fluffs its wings.

192.

Verbena boxed
By canes and string.
Nature knows parameters.

193.

A bystander, limted… 33 more words

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Mum’s the Word

“I’m sure the womb is the biggest organ, if I was to fit in there.”

“No,” purred Ma gently, eyes filled with love. “It’s the heart. Always.”

Massive

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The Lioness Which Sleeps

In the tall grass,

In the Savannah of Africa,

There lays a slumbering,

Slothful, rolling, and drowsy,

Beast of gold.

She sleeps and rumbles,

She closes her eyes, 82 more words

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